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How I Cried
02:28
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RAILROADS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c.2006)
You got railroads
Running by your door
You got who knows what
Out there
A forced swallow
Palms wrung loose and hot
You sit at the window at night
Waiting for the stop
You got railroads
Running by your door
You got railroads
Running by your door
You're hemmed in all sides
By inert freight crates
Strangling beercans at the conductors
Curtains reverse downskirt
You got railroads
Running by your door
You got railroads
Running by your door
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3. |
Mrs Evilsizer
02:20
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MRS EVILSIZER
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
I'm the queen of this ship
I'm in tip-top shape
You can call me Mrs. Evilsizer
I know the rules and the ways
Of all the roads that you paved
You take it slowly when you're
Mrs. Evilsizer
I'm the queen of this ship
I run a tight, tight ship
I am a sailor on a chalkboard eraser
I beetle from above
What is the sea made of
It's hard to tell when you're on a stretcher
Elevator
(Planes don't really fly)
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4. |
Brillo Pads
05:06
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5. |
The Heidi Game
05:30
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THE HEIDI GAME
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
We could sit, I could tell you a story
About all the things that we've done wrong
We could go on and on forever
We could sit here all night long
I bet I could tell you a story
About something that I've done worse
And if it even really happened
A conscience is a blessing
The rest is a curse
It's the Heidi Game
Heaven Texas
All your ex's are in Texas but Colorado is your grave
And If you could tell me a story
Call collect from Texas on the phone
In that voice that just got out of rehab
Reading me three-page poems
You said that you had some old photographs
And you and me when I was a kid
We lived with you when my dad
Got kicked out of the house
By my stepmom
When I was twelve
It's the Heidi Game
Maybe
Satyr switch
Redrum
Mayday mayday mayday mayday
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ALWAYS CARRY A SPARE (PERFUNCTORY 9/11 SONG)
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
After 9/11
There's a Koran in our corn chips
After 9/11
There's a terrorist in our deodorant sticks
And I never even hung a ribbon
(Hello?)
Easier to swallow workload
Make it up as you go
We built a shelter
Underneath the blanket that was in the bass drum
We'll build a shelter
Out of the blanket that was in the bass drum
Iran
Iraq
Give us some
Easier to swallow workload
Make it up as you go
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7. |
A Man Comes Thru
02:49
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A MAN COMES THRU
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
A man comes through another day
He says "What am I doing?"
A man comes through another day
He's taking a screwing in the ass
A man is driving his car home
On the freeway in the sunset
A man turns his windsheild wipers on
Even though it isn't even raining
A man comes through another day
He's taking a screwing in the ass
A man comes through
A man comes through
What else can a man do but just come through?
Why have any hope for anything new?
Instead, a man just comes through
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Dooka dooka dooka
I'm takin' ove!
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8. |
Get Out Of My House
05:43
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GET OUT OF MY HOUSE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
God bless us for trying
One can actually manipulate the veins
Lock of it like a boa constrictor
Hang down the ladder's leg
The heart of the experience
They come on like steel wool shocks
That night they had the life out of me
Still my sleep seems sweet
The time has come to leave
The time has come for you to get out of my house
Get out
Young Sir untucks the bags
We thought that she would never leave us
Suddenly through the window
He backs up toward the old oil pumps
She left us in a bathroom
To await the pop
The time has come to leave
The time has come for you to get out of my house
Get out
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REQUESTED BY THE LANDLORD
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
To permit
No sound
To place
No dirt
To change
No locks
To do
All things
Requested by the landlord
To place
No tacks
No screws
No tape
To permit
No sound
To do
All things
Requested by the landlord
To not
Decorate
Or improve
The premises
Except
As approved
In writing
In writ
By the
Landlord
The landlord may
Employ a gardener
And increase the
Monthly rental
By a hundred
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CATHOHOLICA SONG (PAULA SONG)
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Hello Mother Mary
Heed my lollygagging
It's the only sound I can make
I knew a girl like you
Apples in the orchard
It's the only vow I can break
There's no way to
Save my face
I'm all faith
Hello Mother Mary
Heed my saddlebagging
It's the only sound I can make
I knew a face like yours
In another staredown
It's the only vow I can break
There's no way to
Save my face
I'm all faith
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Patrick Porter Austin, Texas
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